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Some Loops

Closed Loop Over lunch, Danielle tells me about the man she interviewed. He was thirtyish, bald on top, and wore a gray button-down with a pewter trefoil pin. She disclaims with He’s not the candidate, but… and recalls how funny … Continue reading

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Some Cork Boards

Emma A pair of sunglasses with cat ears. Ticket stubs to every single Star Wars movie (the 1970s ones are printed from pictures she found online – her parents would’ve been fine with giving their originals to Emma, if they’d … Continue reading

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The Vitruvian Woman

I “You are a hand photographer’s dream,” my guidance counselor said to me as I passed his pen back to him. “Are there photographers who only take pictures of hands?” “I don’t know,” I answered, fourteen, fidgety, and uneasily waiting … Continue reading

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